A/N Hi Guys here is another story... my imagination has been on overdrive recently, this is just a short 2 chapter story i thought one afternoon... please enjoy and let me know what you think

O/N I do not own csi which is sad

Greg and Sara sat on the lounge laughing and talking happily. Somehow, and Sara wasn't sure exactly, but her and Greg had managed to drink their way to the bottom of two bottles of red wine. What started out as a movie night, ended with the two of them being completely wasted sprawled on Sara's lounge.

Sara sighed, she had laughed so much all her stomach muscles ached. She had been grateful for Greg's company, with Grissom away in peru, Sara often longed for company in her empty house. Greg, being Sara's best friend, often found himself at Sara's eating or watching movies.

Sara stood up from the lounge, as she did she wobbled slightly, grabbing the lounge for support, Sara giggled to herself

'oops' she said as she pressed her hand to her forehead

'must have a drunk a little bit too much tonight Greggo'

Greg looked up at her from the lounge, he was overcome by a fit of laughter and unable to speak

Sara shook her head at him

'Greg, I think it's bed time, night' she said as she turned and headed toward the bedroom

Before she reached the bedroom, she heard Greg's feet on the floor boards padding after her. She turned and saw Greg grinning from ear to ear. Sara looked at him, he was so drunk he'd completely let go off all self control

'Greg, that wasn't an invitation, you sleep on the lounge' Sara said to him sternly

Greg frowned at her before turning and heading to the lounge.

Sara made her way into the bedroom and shut the door behind her. She collapsed face down in her bed. After a few moments of trying to convince herself that she was, in fact, still capable of movement, she reached over to her nightstand for her mobile phone. She dialled the only number she new by heart, and waited for it to connect. After a few moments of ringing Sara sighed as she heard it go to Grissom's voice mail. She allowed his cheesy greeting to play out before leaving him a message

'Hey Gil, was just thinking about you and wanted to hear your voice, I've had a little bit much to drink, so when you get this can you wait a few hours before calling, I love you, and i miss you millions,ciao'

Sara snapped her phone shut and it wasn't long before she was asleep.

The next morning Sara woke slowly, much earlier then she had wished as well. Her brain was pounding inside her skull, her eyes foggy. As she lay there, making promises that she would never drink again, she felt movement in the bed beside her. For a minute her heart skipped a beat, was Grissom home? She rolled over to the middle of the bed, ready to great her husband, and instead got the fright of her life. Greg was laying in the bed next to her. Sara's mind raced, what had she done, why had she done, when had she done it? She probed her brain trying to pull out the pieces of last night. Surely she'd remember this, after all she remember leaving Grissom a message.

Sara, sat up in bed and looked down at herself. She breathed a sigh of relief, not only was she fully clothed, but she hadn't even managed to get herself into her pyjamas. As she sat there rubbing her head and trying to bring her breathing back to normal, she saw the bedroom door open, Sara gasped as Grissom came into view

Grissom was smiling as he opened the door, but it quickly faded as her saw Greg lying in the bed next to Sara. His bed. His Sara. Rage filled Grissom as it had never filled him before. He didn't move from the spot where he stood, scared if he did, he would do something he'd regret.

'Whats going on?' Grissom questioned in the calmest voice he could muster

Sara shook her head,

'nothing Gil, Greg just...' but before Sara could finish Grissom interrupted

'Nothing? Sara this doesn't look like nothing to me!' Grissoms voice echoed through the house

Sara flinched at the anger in his voice. The shouting woke Greg up

'man' Greg said, completely unaware of what was going on 'I'm trying to get my beauty sleep'

Sara slapped Greg on his arm, to try and bring him out of his stupidness. Grissoms face tensed as his chest puffed out in anger.

Looking around him Greg shot up into a sitting position before tossing his legs over the side of the bed and standing

'Griss man, it's ok nothing happened, dont know how I got in the bed' Greg was starting to mumble

Sara could see he was obviously petrified of the Grissom that stood in the door way

'don't tell me its fine Sanders, I come home to find you in bed with my wife!' Grissom continued to holler

'Gil, just calm down, nothing happened, look, we have our clothes on' once Sara as said his she realised how stupid she sounded, while she was indeed fully clothed, Greg was wearing nothing more then a pair of boxers.

'yeah Griss, come one we're adults, even if we're in the same bed, we can control ourselves'

Sara shook her head, she knew Greg was trying to help but it seemed to be making it worse

'how longs this being going on? In my house, in my bed?'

Grissoms voice had reached an all time loud

Sara closed her eyes trying to stay calm

'Griss, seriously, your totally over reacting nothing has ever happened between me and Sara!'

Before Sara knew what was happening Grissom had moved toward Greg fists raised. Sara jumped up and made towards them, with every intention of stopping Grissom before he broke Greg's face. Unfortunately by the time Sara got between them Grissom was already in full swing. And before Grissom realised Sara was there his fist connected full force with her face.

As he connected Grissom realised what he had done. He staggered backwards, his stomach in knotts, he felt like he was going to vomit

He watched Sara drop to the floor clutching he face. He could see the tears welling in her eyes.

'Sara, I, I didn't know I didn't mean' Grissom was stuttering incapable of constructing a sentence

Before Sara had a chance to answer Greg was yelling

'Grissom I can't believe you just hit her, what kind of man hits a woman?' he rushed down to Sara's side

Grissom couldnt answer, he hadn't meant to hurt her, but he had anyway. He backed out of the room he needed air.

Sara was bent over in pain on the floor, holding he face. She wanted to call out to Grissom but it hurt to much. Greg was at her side thinking he was helping telling her what a bastard Grissom was.

Sara's eyes shot daggers at Greg

'Greg, it was an accident'

'Sara you know that's what all battered wife's say at first but you've seen the pattern' Greg said to her

'Greg just stop seriously, you know full well that was intended for your face' Sara said her anger rising, not at Grissom but at Greg

'I know it was Sara, it doesn't make it right though dose it?, I'm going to out there and tell him what I think' Greg headed towards the door

'Greg Sanders if you even say one word to Gil I'll never forgive you, I told you to sleep on the lounge, but you didn't listen, this is all your fault, Gil may never speak to me again because of what he thinks happened!' Sara hadn't realised she was yelling, until she saw the hurt look on Greg's face

'Sara, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause trouble, and I honestly don't know how I ended up in here' Greg said trying to stay calm

Sara looked at him with pity

'I know greg I'm sorry to I didn't mean to get angry, why don't you get your stuff and go and I'll call you later ok?'

Greg nodded at Sara and headed out the room.

Sara followed closely behind him, heading instead towards the kitchen to get something frozen to put on her face. It was pounding hard as she desperately tried to ignore the pain.